Month: December 2022

Things weatherwise are about

the same as yesterday and

the dampness is not encouraging,

but we go on as we also see

beauty in the way that nature works. 

We always seem to have all the answers. 

In reality, we know little and make many mistakes

costing astronomical amounts of money. 

We have homeless people sleeping on the street,

while carelessness in the making of space machines

can cost millions of dollars.  We shrug our shoulders

and we just say more debt.  Our soldiers are

encouraged to go to the hospitals and

receive euthanasia shots.  They can get

have their appointments in one day,

but if they need medical assistance,

they may have to wait for six months.

We see food spoiling while we know

there are hungry people who would love it. 

Thankfully we have organizations who are

doing their best to help relieve thirst and hunger. 

We need wells and pumps for water and there is

a plead for money but we waste resources

flying around in fuel thirsty jets. 

We will be held accountable. 

To help others is to help ourselves

and the more we can do the happier

we personally are.  The elite rule while atlas

 shrugs.  Will it ever be too late.  I want to be

 with the good people and the band of angels.

 I will ask forgiveness for my shortcomings.

  Meanwhile the waves keep rolling in and the

 wind rustling through the woods sing nature’s

 song.  Such lovely music even if sometimes

 offkey.

Stanski

December 13, 2022, ^

Today it is rambunctious outside

The wind is blowing and waves

Are breaking on the shore

It is damp and bone-chilling cold

The clouds are mostly gray with

A little sunlight lighting up the

Lower clouds.  This is seasonal

On top of the negativity there is

Good news.  Beauty exists and

We may have to look for it we

Will find it if we have the interest

People’s moods seem depressed

Happiness shown is a rare thing

We are strange birds.  If the weather

Is one way we will want another, but

We settle on what is.  Human nature

And besides, we couldn’t change it

If we tried.  We have no control over

The climate.  Glaciers existed out

There where the waves of Lake Michigan

Are swirling and changing directions

Following the force of the wind.  We

Take pictures of the sunsets and sunrise

And are astonished at the beauty

That is where you see joy on the faces

Of the same people who were dour

Earlier in the day.  But overall people

Are good and can adjust to about

Anything.  They take the bad with

The good and although their heart

Strings are toughed when trouble

Exists they manage to rise up to the

Occasion and good will prevails.  This

Day will pass but we have about three

Months to go before we can expect

Relief.  There are many who have it

Worse with hurricanes and tornadoes

We shall pray for their well-being and

Be thankful for our good fortune

Stanski

December 9, 2022, ^

The reflection of light coming from the

Sun’s action on the clouds is striking as

It hits the waves in a rhythmic way.

It is damp and cold and a light coat

Of snow flurries is on the evergreen trees

We are in wonder on how much we know

And then how little we know.  Some islands

Came from volcanos which finally rose above

The surface of the ocean.  High rise hotels

Now exist where there was once just water

We have many answers, but seem to ask

The wrong questions.  There is always

Beauty and wonder if we are willing to look

There is also happiness and joy, even the quiet

Joy we find for making it through another day

We are a blessed people and have a lot to

Answer for if we misuse our gifts. We cannot

Ignore needs just as we must accept rain in

The spring. Our tendencies are to keep

Prodding on without looking back.  Sometimes

Our mark is admirable while other times can

Bring shame because we acted without thinking

We should mature as we grow but at times get

Stuck in an unpleasant rut.  It may not be easy

To climb out of because of pride but sooner or

Later we come to our senses and abide.  Then

We are pleasant to be around and add something

To the arena of life.  No one is perfect.  We all

Have faults and should look at our own first.

Hopefully we will see the reflection of goodness

There will not always be sunshine, but the waves

Will keep rolling in.  we hope what we see then

Will make us proud of our caring and love of others.

Stanski

December 11, 2022, ^

This morning as I roll out of bed

I see that mother nature has

Added a little white dressing

To the evergreen trees. She

Likes to look her best and

Didn’t overload so that the

Driveway is easy to navigate

The lake and sky are equally gray

With a little reflection of light

On the water.  The wind is nil

For which we are happy.  It is

Going to be a busy day getting

Ready to make others happy

For Christmas tide.  There are

Times we overdo it thinking

We have not done enough, but

We must remember that it is

Love and goodness that makes

One happy and not things,

Which are not needed, but

Are nice to have.  We look at

Pictures of people celebrating

Back in the 1800’s. They look

Happy and have kept things simple.

They cut their own trees to

Decorate and so can we as

We also outdo ourselves with

Lights and lawn decorations.

People are happy and generous

They put money in the buckets

Of the Salvation Army.  This will

Help feed many people.  School

Children are getting ready for

Their Christmas celebration

They are reminded not to forget

Their studies.  So, it goes on a

Gray day with the sun trying to

Break through the clouds.

Everything seems in order and

Is as expected this time of year.

Kindness, goodness and cheer.

Peace, glory and thankfulness.

Stanski

December 12, 2022, ^

The world is in a state of clutter

To many, it doesn’t matter

They didn’t ask to sleep on the street

Or live where you crap and pee

Where you sleep.  They tried out

Drugs on their own.  Found themselves

Addicted and couldn’t get a loan so

They stole and sold just to get a hit

Just looking at them you knew

That they were lit and didn’t care

Some have a four million toilet coming

In a couple of years.  They can brag

About this to their less fortunate peers

Some seek help and escape the mess

No one knows what to do with the rest

They are there piled up living like rats

Some add to the mess with dogs and cats

They are all children of the creator

That they lost their dignity doesn’t

Seem to matter.  They are victims

It’s not their fault, they had no choice

No one told them.  They have no remorse

So they continue to live in squalor

Clean themselves at hydrants or fountains

The city doesn’t seem to care.  Isn’t this abuse?

In NYC the animal rats are taking over

The politicians thought they had the floor

They did a good job of ruining a great city

What discrimination does is such a pity

Racist attacks by Sharpton make headlines

When shown to be untrue there is no mention

Manhattan underwater by 2012?  Where

Is the great Ted Danson now?  Selling

iPhone plans on television.  No mention

of his failed prediction.  Very typical

what happened to critical thinking?

Stanski

December 8, 2022, ^

Light snow breaks from the clouds

It sprinkles a dusting that the

A light wind will not blow away

Folks have been waiting for this

But overall there is a certain

Amount of depression as

November was mostly gray and cold

The downhearted feeling will not last

As we realize how good we have it

And how much good we can do for others

There are ugly people around the globe

Who are pulling for misery and anguish

They, in my judgment, are the chaff

Which will burn while the grain, those

Who led good lives, will watch and hear

The cries and the gnashing of teeth

In the present time, we will hear

Christmas carols and join in with the singing

We will look at ourselves and try to

Find ways to improve our lives.  It is

Difficult with politicians making decisions

Which are counterproductive to our welfare

We also have world dictators who control

And enslave their citizens.  These helpless

People are hungry and thirsty and although

We give they never receive our gifts

This adds to our gloom as we realize that

There is nothing we can do except pray

Prayer has to be the answer along with

Forgiveness for those who offend us

We think of three hundred people

Dying each day of drug overdose,

Especially Fentanyl.  Still our government

Chooses to leave our borders open to

Human trafficking and illegal aliens whom we

Must house and feed, using money from

A budget that is trillions in debt.

It’s the season to be merry, fa, la, la, la

Stanski

December 7, 2022, ^

We wake up and begin to worry

about the weather.  We have

a busy day and want it to go

smoothly.  Mostly it does

but every now and then

snow, rain, or sleet, spoil

our timing.  We carry a few

regrets but slow down on

our ambitious trek.  Nothing

is so important that it can’t wait. 

Better safe than sorry and isn’t

it sad when accidents take place

because someone took a chance

on a weather-covered road and

ended up in a crash, injuring

ourselves and/or others? 

We are foolish for no good reason. 

Our anger swells when things do

not go our way.  A better way

to go is to slow down and think. 

Tolerance for others is sometimes

frustrating but in the long run,

the best way to live.  Thinking of

others first is a good motto and

if followed most would feel more

peaceful.  Don’t sweat the fine

points, they usually resolve

themselves and we feel a little

lighter and can breathe easier

 and that is how we should live life.

Ending the day with anguish

and anger does us no good.

This usually affects those around us negatively.

We have one life to live and should

look for beauty and peacefulness.

Stanski

December 5, 2022, ^

Gray mist tonight

Silent as it shrouds

The horizon, barely visible

There is no blue

No light from the setting sun

I still see green

And the shades of bark

Composition is beyond comprehension

An artist would mottle

I feel full because

I see beauty

Being in awe is good

I will make up songs

Sing of my joy

Never stop looking for loveliness

Especially that once held

Life gently rolls on

We don’t get what we want

We have to earn it

But searching is so easy

Finding is still a gift

Sometimes sun and rainbows

Often just a mist

Stanski

December 4, 2022,^

.

Then snow on the ground does

not bother me.  There is not

enough to make a snowman. 

What does bother me is

the damp cold which penetrates

one to the bone and also the

gray clouds which seem to like

us to the point of showing up

every day, all day.  On the

horizon, the sun breaks

through the clouds and

reflects off of the water. 

We cannot see the sun,

only the blinding reflection. 

My wrist and fingers are sore

from holding my pen. 

Atmospheric pressure plays a role. 

The waves are languid as they lap

the shore.  People who are out

are sullen and nonresponsive to normal

greetings.  It is the time of year

for reflection and thankfulness,

but nature has a headlock on us

in this regard.  Work is piling up,

but we have no momentum in

this regard.  I have cards to write

and send but no ambition.  This

goes for gifts, too.  It is afternoon

and still overcast.  This will change. 

Tomorrow may be sunny and fair. 

Then I will feel for those who have

little food and water and are

suffering without shelter. 

Some are forced to work like slaves,

but would rather die.  Life has no

meaning for them and death would

be a luxury.  Soldiers killing soldiers

over land, once productive, but now

useless.  There is no reason other

than ego and control.  A miserable

life for no good reason.  I feel bad

about my pettiness.  Tomorrow

I will perk up and start anew.

Stanski

December 1, 2022, ^